Every Memory Repeats

Chapter 16

Her mouth was hot and wet, creating the perfect blend of tension in his body. Within a few minutes, John knew he wasn't going to last. Her fingernails raked over the skin of his thighs, and she was moaning low in her throat, creating a vibration that rocked him to his core. He tightened his fingers in her hair, pulling her mouth off of him with a pop. The combination of her wide, innocent, arousal blown eyes, and her on her knees in those cotton panties, almost made him come. Marlena gave him a sexy smirk, and moved to take his length back into her mouth, but John stopped her.

"Fuck, Marlena...I can't. I won't last...and I want more," he rasped, lifting her to her feet in front of him. He pulled her forward roughly, and his lips began to suck at her breasts again.

Marlena's head rolled back for a moment, and her knees almost buckled, as she cried out, "John!"

"I fucking love your breasts," he growled, cupping them with his hands roughly. "I love your hips, and I love your ass..." he finished with a heavy smack onto her rounded flesh.

His palms squeezed her buttocks at the crease where her thighs met. "Oh, G-d! John!" She cried, feeling his teeth bite at her skin, and suck it into his mouth. He was going to leave marks on her, marks that would match the bruises on her hips from the night before on the beach.

John pulled back, and asked her softly, "Are you wet?"

All she could do was gasp, "Oh!"

"Are you swollen and wet for me?" he asked her.

"John!"

He pulled the gusset of her panties aside, and ran his finger softly over her crease, "Fuck, baby...you are so wet. I can feel the heat rolling off of you."

She gasped lightly and said breathlessly, "You do that to me. You...only you..."

John tipped his head down, breathing her in, and nudged her clit with the tip of his nose. Marlena almost wept at the sensation. "So fucking hot," he groaned.

The sensation in her body was so heightened, she felt like she could come from a simple touch, and his words. She was so close, "John...I'm going to...I—I..."

He didn't wait to hear her words, instead his lips quickly sucked her clit into his mouth, and began to pull at it voraciously, while Marlena threw her head back, and screamed in ecstasy. Coming down from her climax, she felt her knees begin to give way. John lifted her easily, spreading her legs wide, and pushed her body down onto his length, entering her in one thrust. She immediately began climaxing again. Her pussy clenched, and rolled over John's length, and he started coming, thrusting into her repeatedly, while he shouted, "Fuck!"

Moments later, Marlena sagged against him weakly, her arms around his shoulders, and her face buried in his neck. John's cock was still deep inside her. She whispered to him, "I love you."

John kissed her softly on her forehead, and mumbled, "Those fucking panties, Doc."

Marlena chuckled lightly, "I think, I might buy some more."

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It didn't take Roman long to figure out that Marlena was on Smith Island. It took him even less time to figure out that John was with her. His life was a mess. He cheated on Marlena, and gotten Billie pregnant. He'd hit Marlena, and Eric had witnessed it. Bo was angry with him. His parents were furious with him, and now he found out that Isabella had given birth to Marcus's baby...not John's. He knew exactly where John was. He was enraged at the turn his life had taken, angry that Marlena was with John, and all he could think to do was find a way to hurt them both.

He walked out of Tom Horton's office after a thirty minute meeting, feeling smug and self-righteous. As the door closed behind him, Tom shook his head sadly. Roman was being bitter and vindictive, but he would still have to investigate the accusations, now that they had been brought. Roman's claims that Marlena was sleeping with John while he was her patient were very serious. Tom couldn't imagine Marlena being so unprofessional, as to sleep with a patient; however, if John was a patient, Tom couldn't be sure that she wouldn't. Roman wasn't around when Marlena was married to John, and Tom understood that sometimes even the best intentions were tempted in certain cases.

Accessing the hospital database, Tom pulled up Marlena's patient list. He felt a sense of relief to see that John's name wasn't listed. If she was seeing him as a patient, it wasn't official. He could work with that, although when she returned to work, he would need to meet with her, to discuss Roman's claims. Tom truly hoped that Roman's accusations came to nothing, because Roman was entirely too smug as he'd sat before him trying to ruin his wife's career.

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John sat next to Marlena on the beach, looking out over the water. Marlena glanced over at him, and said softly, "I'm filing for divorce when I get home."

John's eyes caught hers, and he asked her, "You've thought it over?"

"I'd decided before you even got here. It's not working. It wasn't working. It wasn't fair to him, or myself...or the children," she said. "I spent most of my free time imagining a life with you. I dreamed of you. I couldn't allow Roman to touch me, or kiss me, because I felt like I was being unfaithful to you...I still feel married to you."

"Do you know how happy that makes me?"

"I think, I have an idea," she replied with a smile. Her fingers laced through John's, and she stared at their hands for a moment. "Roman is going to make this very hard."

"He wasn't happy with me spending time with the kids before," he told her. "Now that I'm refusing to give you up...I imagine it's going to get worse."

"I'm not giving you up this time," she whispered. "Last night, and today with you...I'd nearly forgotten how happy you make me. I had resigned myself to losing you."

"It wouldn't have worked. You know that, don't you?"

"What?"

"I would have ended up cheating on Isabella...you would have cheated on Roman."

"Isn't that what I'm doing now?"

"That's not what I meant, Doc," he replied, pulling her into his body, and leaning back in the sand. "I—we would have been continually drawn to each other, and we would have ended up hurting them. All because we can't let each other go."

Marlena rolled towards him, kissing him softly, and then licking over his mouth playfully, "I'm done fighting it, John. Get this...you're stuck with me."

"That's a fact, baby. That's a fact," he whispered against her mouth. He pushed her onto her back, into the sand, and sucked lightly on the skin of her neck.

Marlena laughed lightly, "John! I'm going to need a shower to get the sand out of my hair!"

"A shower? Are you feeling dirty, Marlena?"

Her body shivered violently, and her core clenched tightly, causing her to gasp out, "Oh!"

"I can help you shower...I'm feeling a little dirty myself," he whispered, licking her ear lobe, and then biting at it. "I'm feeling really fucking dirty."

"Oh, G-d!" she cried. "Me too!"